Hey, again. Sorry it took so long for the second chapter, I was busy and would've had it up yesterday, but I was with family and stuff. And before that, I was updating my other story, Nostalgic. Anyways, so here's the second chapter and it's pretty long :) I do not own PJO.

"Why is it so hard to find someone?" Annabeth grumbled as she laid her head down on the table.

"Dude, you've gotta give it time," Thalia said. "It's cool."

"So tell me about this Percy guy you met," Rachel said.

"He's just some guy," Annabeth said. She lifted her head up sharply and narrowed her eyes at her. "Why do you care?"

Rachel shrugged. "It's just a question."

"Uh-huh," Hazel retorted lazily. "Sure…"

"I bet he's just one of those guys who flirts, but doesn't mean it." Thalia huffed.

"Aw, don't be too harsh on the guy, Thalia," Luke said.

"Yeah," Annabeth agreed, "because I was thinking he reminded me a lot like you." At the emphasized word, she pointed at Thalia.

"What!" She spluttered. "Yeah, right! I barely even know the guy!"

"Which is why you shouldn't judge him," Rachel said.

"Please," Thalia scoffed, "you're just taking his side because you think he'll be cute and you'll date him."

"Besides, we already know he's after Annabeth," Hazel smirked.

Annabeth glared. "I barely even know him either. I don't understand why he'd be after me."

Luke shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "So you didn't find anyone today?" he asked.

Annabeth shook her head.

"You sure you don't need help?"

"She's sure!" All the girls snapped in unison.

He put his hands up in defense. "Okay, okay, jeez. No need to get snappy," He stood and walked out of the room. "See you guys later,"

Thalia shook her head. "The nerve of that guy,"

"Percy?"

"No, Luke,"

"What about him?" Annabeth asked.

"No reason. So answer the question everyone's dying to know: are you going to see this Percy guy again?"

Annabeth shrugged. She was about to answer when the phone rang and she lunged at it like a cheetah.

"Hello?" She asked into it.

"Hi, is this the number for a maid?" the other line asked. It was a woman.

"Yes, ma'am. Do you need one?"

"Actually, I was asking if Annabeth Chase was there."

"This is she speaking,"

"Yes, well I'm Miss Ogygia. I heard that you've been asking around for a job as a maid. Well, I might have one for you."

"Really? Oh, I'd be delighted for that." Annabeth answered as a grin split across her face.

"How about you come by tomorrow and we can discuss the basics?"

"Absolutely," and with that, Annabeth got her address.

"Who was that?" Hazel wants to know.

"Some woman who goes by the name Miss Ogygia," Annabeth answered. Now that she came to think about it, that was a pretty interesting name.

For some reason, it reminded her about Percy. She began to decide if she ever was going to see him again. She pondered if she was ever going to tell him what was wrong.

"I've heard some pretty strange things about her," Rachel said, "I don't think you should take the job."

"There's no one else that'll take me because of stupid Mrs. Jefferson. God, I hate her. I have to take this job. Why, what've you heard?"

Rachel shrugged. "It's nothing; probably rumors."

"I heard that she deals with a lot of men." Thalia said bluntly. When she saw the looks Hazel and Rachel gave her, she responded defensively, "But you never know."

Annabeth pursed her lips and she began to get a bad feeling in her stomach.

The door opened after Annabeth knocked and standing there was a beautiful woman. Her hair was like caramel gleaming in the sun and it curled over her shoulders. She had warm chocolate eyes and a smile that greeted Annabeth in.

"Hi, Annabeth," she said, "you look so much prettier in person. Not like what Mrs. Jefferson has said."

Annabeth's smile faltered. "Yeah, I bet,"

"Come on in."

"Thank you, Miss Ogygia."

"Oh, you can just call me Calypso."

"Okay, thank you…Calypso." Annabeth felt a little awkward calling her boss by her first name. But nevertheless, she thought it was the start of something good.

Calypso showed Annabeth around the house and began to explain all that she would need help with.

"Will I be meeting your husband?" Annabeth asked as her eyes wandered around the grand living room.

Calypso seemed quiet and like something was bothering her. "I don't have a husband," she finally answered.

"Oh…I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

"It's alright, Annabeth. I know you didn't."

There was a pause and the air seemed awkward to Annabeth.

"Right, then," Calypso moved on. "So that's all you need to know for today. Unless you're going to stay…"

"Of course I'll stay! I'd be more than happy to be your maid."

"Wonderful!" Calypso grinned. "Most maids normally turn me down by the second day, but I'm so happy you'll be with me!" She turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Well, that's odd, Annabeth thought. And she wondered why most would turn her down. She seemed so happy and loving and care-free. But then again, she did say that was all she needed to know today.

"So I suspect you'll start first thing tomorrow," Calypso said and brought Annabeth out of her daze. She was back to being happy and didn't want to let Calypso down.

"Thank you," She smiled.

Annabeth was so happy she got another job.

"Ha!" Annabeth yelled and pointed a finger in Percy's face. "I got a job," she sang tauntingly.

Percy's eyebrows went up. "So that's what your problem was: you lost your job."

"Not just any job—"

"Mrs. Jefferson," Percy cut off. "Yeah, I already knew that."

Annabeth gawked at him. "What? You already knew but yet you had insisted to keep bugging me about it?"

Percy shrugged. "I just wanted to start a conversation." Then he went back to the espresso machine and began building a drink for a customer.

She faltered back a little. "If you wanted to start a conversation, it would've helped to drop the annoyingness."

"I guess that means only annoying people can catch your attention."

She huffed and glared at him but he had already turned his back on her.

"Whatever," She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but I gotta give you credit for what you did to Mrs. Jefferson. I can't believe you threatened to hit her with a pan."

"What? I didn't threaten to hit her with a pan." Annabeth said. But then her face dropped to solemn and she gave Percy an annoyed look. "That's what she told everybody, isn't it?"

"Yeah; what'd you really do to her?"

Annabeth explained that it was the other way around. That Mrs. Jefferson had been the one to almost chuck a pan at her. But she didn't leave out that she did throw nasty insults at her.

"Same difference," Percy grinned at her. "You still managed to piss her off! That's amazing, I wish I was there to see it," Percy mumbled the last part.

"Yeah, but it managed to get me fired."

"Oh, please. I know Mrs. Jefferson. She would've fired you anyway." Percy leaned closer to her from the other side of the counter. "And besides, I thought you quit."

Annabeth's ears turned red. "I did! But she also fired me at the same time!"

"I'm pretty sure that whether she was fired or not, you would've left her. She's treats everyone like hell."

She scoffed. "More like Fields of Punishment."

"What? Isn't that like some kind of Greek Mythology?"

Annabeth blushed. "Yeah, I like to read that during my free time. It's kinda like a habit."

"That's cool." Percy smiled at her. His sea green eyes dazzled in a way. "So who are you working for now?"

"Calypso Ogygia,"

Percy almost dropped his coffee cup. "Annabeth!" he whined. "I thought you were going to get someone better than Mrs. Jefferson!"

"What's wrong with working for her?"

"I know practically everyone in this town. I've had so many small, separate jobs but"—Percy shrugged halfheartedly—"something always manages to go wrong and I end up getting fired."

"That's not hard to believe," Annabeth said behind her fingers as she laid an elbow on the counter.

He pointed a finger at her. "Don't be a bully,"

"I'm just saying, by the evidence from your first day." She shrugged.

"Anyways," Percy emphasized as he traveled around the counter carrying a mug of coffee to transport it to the customer. "What I'm saying is that I've been to her house because I was once a pizza boy—don't you dare laugh."

"I'm not laughing," Annabeth said in a soft tone because she was trying to suppress her chortles.

"Sure you aren't. So I went up to the door and knocked on it and this other car pulls up. This big dude comes out, and walks up to the door as well. It's kinda uncomfortable cuz this dude is like, buff, and he could beat me to a pulp if he wanted to." Percy stands next to her with one arm slung on the counter. "He gives me this look, like I'm-going-to-kill-you look. I think that he is but then he asks, 'So, you're here for the same reasons?'

"I'm like, 'Um…delivering pizza?'

"He winks at me and says, 'Sure.' And he laughs. The door opens and there are a lot of other men there. Calypso holds these parties that you don't want to get into, Annabeth. I'm telling you, don't get involved with this chick; you'll regret it as much as you regretted Mrs. Jefferson."

"Well, it's the only job I have right now, so I'll just have to live with it. And so will you. I'm a big girl; I can take care of myself."

Percy gives her a look, a look that sends shivers up Annabeth's spine, and he's about to respond when the manager steps out from her office.

"Hey," she interrupts them. "Get back to work."

"On it," Percy says. He walks a little slowly so that when she turns back into her office, Percy leaps over the counter. He does that every single chance he gets.

"Wow, I can't believe you actually held this job up." Annabeth said.

Percy gave her a surprised look. "Me too!" He exclaims, though in a hushed tone. "I mean, like I said before: I usually only hold very small jobs and something always goes wrong. I'm telling you, it's like it was supposed to happen."

"Why do you think it was supposed to happen?"

Percy gives her another look like he's not sure if he should say something or not. Instead he says, "No reason,"

Annabeth narrows her eyes at him, but decides it might just be best to drop it.

They're quite for a while, but then Annabeth looks at this green stuff he's putting in a coffee mug that already contains a liquid.

"What is that?" She asks.

Percy looks up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Seaweed,"

She wrinkled her nose. "Ew, you're putting seaweed in coffee?"

"Hey," he sounded hurt, "I like seaweed in my coffee. It reminds me of the ocean."

She gave him a weird look.

"It's not like I put a lot in it. Just a little, to give it some sort of flavor. Here," he held the cup out to her. "Try it,"

"No, thank you," she raised her hands and moved away from it.

"Come on, it's good."

"Nope."

"Annabeth, you won't know if you like it if you don't try it."

"I'll take my chances."

"Fine," he sighed exasperatedly. "Suit yourself." And with that, he raised the cup to his lips and drank it. Annabeth watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped. She couldn't help but blush a little and something seemed to spark a little against her heart.

When he finished, he set it back down on the counter and looked at her.

She ignored the blush and then said, "You have weird taste, then,"

"You don't know the half of it."

"So what's the other half?"

"Every kind of food I eat is blue." Percy said.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow and the other eye squinted at him. "Everything you eat is blue?"

Percy nodded his head. "Pretty much."

"Why is it blue?"

He shrugged. "I just like the color blue. That, and my stepfather said it would be impossible—just like you're about to say—and so my mom and I proved to him that it wasn't."

"But it isn't!"

"See, I was right: you were going to say that. And, yes, it is impossible. It's just a lot of packets of blue dye and I only take out blue M&Ms, jelly beans, tortilla chips—all that jazz." Percy said and then finished with a swift drink of his seaweed.

Annabeth was at a loss for words. She stared at him and fully realized that he wasn't as annoying as she thought he was. He was just…creative and odd. Annabeth kind of liked that.

"You're so…weird," she smiled.

"Why, thank you." He grinned back.

"You're not welcome."

"Ha-ha, sure. So are you going to actually order anything or no?"

"Not if it means I have to see your phone number on the receipt."

"Ah," Percy smiled, "so you want one."

"You're hopeless," Annabeth said and turned and walked out the door.

He grinned as he watched her leave.

Annabeth was in the middle of vacuuming the floor of the living room when Calypso stopped her.

"No, no, no! There mustn't be any loud noises when my guests come over!"

"Guests? Who's coming over?"

"You'll see." She sang and walked away.

Annabeth got that feeling of terror. Her stomach dropped and she felt like hiding or just running out of the house and never coming back. Percy had warned her about men coming over, and she didn't really like that thought.

So Annabeth stopped the vacuum and began to wrap it up and put it back in the closet. Just as she did that, the doorbell rang and Calypso cried out if Annabeth could get that.

She warily trudged to the door and as she put her hand on the doorknob, Calypso walked out of her bedroom wearing a white dress that traveled to the floor on one side, but had a cut up to her thigh on the other.

Annabeth's eyes widened. "What are you wearing?" She hissed.

"Oh, please, Annabeth. Just open the door,"

She gulped and opened the door and there was a really buff man, just as Percy had described it.

His eyes traveled over her and she had the nerve to punch him so hard that all of his teeth came out and he would go into shock and end up in the hospital. But she stopped herself because she worked for Calypso, and this was who this man was for.

Annabeth stepped aside and the man look at Calypso and grinned. He came forward and Annabeth glared at him as he flew into her arms.

Annabeth decided not to look at the rest of it.

Then there was another person at the door, but it was a woman this time, and she sashayed through and sat on the couch. Then a man appeared and Annabeth was surprised by how fast so many people came.

She was also surprised by how long they stayed. It had been almost eight in the morning when they arrived and it was still four by this time. Annabeth spent the entire day darting back and forth through the kitchen, delivering snacks and drinks and then cleaning up messes—she even had to clean up some throw-up and she so badly wanted to kick that guy's butt. But she stopped herself again.

"Uh," one of the men grunted. "I haven't seen you around here. Who are you?"

Annabeth glared at him. "It's none of your business."

He began to smile and the other guys began wolf whistling. It made her furious and like she just wanted to beat the hell out of them.

The same guy stood and put his hand on her shoulder. The other, she could feel tried to go to her waist but it didn't make it that far because this time she didn't stop herself. She judo-flipped him over her shoulder and then kicked him in the face. She wished she had been wearing heels, but she figured her tennis shoes made just as much pain.

He yelled out and began crying. The impact even made him puke again. Calypso came running into the room, her dress all twisted sideways and one strap dangling from her shoulder. She gasped and skidded to a halt.

"Annabeth!" she scolded. "You do not hurt our guests! Clean up that mess!"

Suddenly, that was when Annabeth heard the side of Mrs. Jefferson. She knew that Calypso was definitely not someone she wanted to work for. In another day, she could probably be a nice person, but this was not what "cleaning up" meant to Annabeth.

"No!" she screamed back. "I quit!" and she walked out the door again.

"Ah, so you got fired again?" Percy asked as he saw Annabeth trudge into the café with a frown on her face.

"No," she mumbled. "I quit."

"So you saw that I was right?" Percy asked as he handed her a coffee and sat in the seat across from her.

"Maybe,"

"I never thought I would hear those words from you."

She snorted. "Shut up,"

He smiled and then got up again and jumped over the counter. Annabeth took a sip from her coffee and leaned against the opposite side of the counter, still holding the cup.

She explained what happened to Percy and she saw his face darken when she told how the man touched her. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, if I were there, I would've—"

"I flipped him over my shoulder and then kicked him in the face."

Percy stopped and rose an eyebrow at her doubtfully. "You kicked him in the face?"

She nodded. "Right in the nose and throat; it made him puke,"

Percy gagged. "Wow," he then said, "remind me to never get on your bad side."

She leaned forward, her face dark and she said coolly, "Never get on my bad side."

Percy shivered. "Right, right, I get the gist."

Annabeth pulled back and chuckled, but it died right as it popped out of her mouth. "Now I don't have a job,"

"Again," Percy added on.

"Shut up,"

"Oh, my gosh, Annabeth!" He put his hand on her arm and his eyes were wide and dazzling. "I actually held up a job longer than you did!"

"Not for long if you don't get back to working!" The manager yelled out from the back office.

Percy cleared his throat. "Right, I'm on it." He went back to making another drink.

Annabeth began chortling. "You're such a seaweed brain," she said.

"I'm a what? Did you just call me a seaweed brain?" his brows rose to his hairline.

Annabeth nodded. "It's from all that seaweed. It's going to your head."

"Aw, that's just mean. Maybe that seaweed's going to do me some good since I think I know someone who needs a maid." Percy said and he turned around and put some contents into a blender.

"What?" Annabeth asked, all serious now. "Who?"

"What! I can't hear you over the blender!" He lightly yelled.

Annabeth grabbed the collar of his blue t-shirt and pulled him forward. "Who!"

"What are you, an owl?"

She glared at him. "Will you just tell me who, already?"

Percy snorted as he kept hearing an owl. He raised his hands in defense and slowly pulled away from her. He took out a card that must've been for the café. He began to scribble on it and then he handed the card to her.

She read it and then Percy turned off the blender just as she questioned, "Piper Grace?"

Percabeth:) Gotta love 'em. I didn't want to make Calypso seem like a bad person, because I kinda feel sorry for her in the book, but I had to do this so yeah. And I also sort of left a cliffhanger...Anyways, so please review!